It was all fine that day until two random people showed up and were playing with me. My mom was somewhat defensive but kept getting told no. Then the young girl, I don't know her age, tried picking me up. I whined.
"Here give Chloe a treat," my "owner" says to the young girl.
The girl gave me the treat and I loved her ever since. When she picked me up again I was fine with her picking me up.
After what felt like ten years I was put down. I wanted back up though. I don't know why I felt safe.
The young girl decided to play with me and she showed me a new toy. I absolutely loved it but the other dogs tried taking it. Thankfully everyone made sure the toy went to me.
After like thirty minutes I was taken outside and when I came in I was picked up but then I was carried to a car and put in a basket thing...
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Chloe's diary
Randomthis is a book about a dog if dogs were able to write. Chloe's diary starts way back when her owners got her and took her home away from her mother.
